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Lagertha went to sleep, and I decided to stay downstairs for a while, I wanted to reflect on my further moves ... After a while, I noticed the Domownik coming out from under the threshold, he came to the table and sat down in front of me.

- Pewnie głodowałeś jak mnie nie było w domu?

( You were probably starving when I was not home? )

The Domownik shook his head and covered his mouth with his hand.

- Mira przychodziła i Cię dokarmiała?

( Mira came and fed you? )

He nodded his head.

I poured him a cup of mead, but before he could drink it, a second shadow appeared from under the threshold and walked over to the table ... and I spat out the alcohol I had in my mouth ...

- Masz żonę ?! ( You have a wife?! )

He nodded ... in front of me stood an ugly creature called Kikimora and it was a creature with a malicious character, when the Domownik took care of the house in which he lived, Kikimora made life difficult for its inhabitant, but they were small things. Chickens stopped laying eggs, if fabrics were woven at home, they tangled yarns or woke children at night. She was like a nuisance pest.

A golden glow appeared on my hand ... it was of divine origin and nobody but me and the magical beings saw it, and it was great for scaring malicious spirits.

- Jeśli będziesz czyniła swoje złośliwości w tym domu, to...

(If you do your spite in this house, then ...)

Kikimora looked at me, at my hand, and ran to the threshold.

I looked at the Domownik, shook my head disapprovingly... I understand that anyone can be lonely, but ... no, the love and intimate life of ghosts is none of my business. Suddenly I heard Lagerth's voice.

- Ulf, what have you been doing downstairs for so long?

The next morning, I got burnt scrambled eggs for breakfast.

- It's good that we have a new slave girl, she will help you in cooking because you are out of practice ...

This time I dodged. -

...My dear wife, when you have a moment, trim her hair and give her some better clothes from what was robbed. Make her bathe too.

Before anything flew in my direction, I was able to leave the house. I was going to go to Floki and talk to him about the events at Jarl's house. When I got there, I visited his father's house, but Floki was not there. I went to the wooden barn where he sometimes stayed overnight. I opened the door, looked inside ... and saw Helge, Floki and Torstein lying naked on the ground.

I woke them up ... but they didn't look embarrassed. I'm not a saint, I've done a lot of things ... but in this equation, it was one dick too much for me.

I explained the situations to them and that they should be careful, because Jarl might also try to get back at them ... Floki's new slave was getting used to his new life ... he slept with the animals and at the moment it was of little use, the language barrier was a big problem. I said goodbye to them and went to Arne and Frida's farm to pick up Mira.

As soon as Mira saw me, she threw herself at me, after a dozen or so seconds, she let go of me and started "talking".

- 👋☝️🙏🤞✌👌🤏

- Me too and I'm happy about it. I'll talk to Arne and Frida and then we'll go home.

My planned short conversation turned almost into a three-hour marathon of my stories ... what we were doing, where were we, about the spoils, the fighting, about Knut and the situation with Jarl Haraldson.

- Arne, Frida, come to us for supper, we will have the opportunity to talk about our adventures.

They agreed eagerly, and at last I was free ... I had a headache from this talking.

We were going home with Mira and about two kilometers from Lagertha's parents' farm we were stopped by Olafur and five idiots, I knew their faces, but not their names. I expected Jarl to come after me, but so soon ... I was not prepared, I only had an ax with me and Mira had her knife, maybe it was better ... if I kill one of them, they can charge me with murder, and Mira is only a slave girl. Even if she could speak, no one would believe her.

- Ulf, now you'll pay for everything ...

I chose to ignore Olafur ...

- Mira, we don't kill, we hurt. Think of it as training.

-🖕🖐💪🤛🤛🤛

- Mira, you're right, I don't count this fool either.

Olafur got a little upset with the lack of respect for him.

- Ulf ...

- Olafur, are you attacking or waiting for your hand to heal?

I did not wait for what he would do, I moved towards my opponents, they only had axes and knives, not one of them had a shield ... Mira followed me with a knife in her hand.

I hit my shoulder on the first opponent, he lost his balance, but he was still trying to reach me with an ax in the back, unfortunately he forgot that I had support. Mira stuck the knife in his thigh, then twisted the blade several times. The opponent swung his ax at her, but she dodged, pulled the knife from his thigh and stuck it in the back of his knee ... the man dropped the hatchet and fell to his knees.

At the same time, I knocked down two opponents and I grabbed Olafur and held the blade of my ax to his throat. I caught the boss and the helpers gave up. It turned out that it was not an attack planned by Jarl, but Olafur wanted to take revenge for his broken hand ... so that he would remember me for a longer time ... I grabbed his good hand, put it on a stone and struck a few ... several times with the back of the ax. Then I let my captives free and we returned home with Mira.

(Olafur / Idiots POV)

A few hours later.

- Ulf I'll kill you, I'll kill you ... I'll kill that bastard ... with my own hands.

- Olafur, calm down, you have to think about it.

- But will you help me?

- Olafur, you can count on us, my three brothers will help us ... We have to catch them one by one, they will not be as strong as in the group.

- There were two of them !!!

(End POV)